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I arrived early for the appointment I had made many months ago,
And began the interminable wait to consult with the medico!
When I checked in, it was already half-past noon.
Nursey said, "Take a seat and we'll be with you soon!"
The room was filled with people in every kind of condition!
I mused, "Lord, have mercy! Deliver me from this perdition!
While waiting I'll surely contract a dreadful disease, I fear
And be so much worse off than when I arrived in here!"
I thumbed through dog-eared magazines dating from 1953,
And stared with glazed eyes at unctuous soap operas on TV.
Swallowed stale coffee by the liter from a Styrofoam cup,
Waiting impatiently for my name to be called up!
I tried to snooze but that soon became a sad delusion,,
With bawling kids and inane babble - just too much confusion!
The little old lady next to me told of her every pain and ache,
As I lent a compassionate ear, striving to stay awake!
I was tempted to order a scrumptious Papa John's pizza pie,
Since my stomach was growling and supper time was drawing nigh!
At last Hildebrun, the nurse, in all her puffery before me did loom,
And finally ushered me into the harried doctor's examining room!
Robert L. Hinshaw CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Ever wonder what your life would be like if you made different choices early on
The decisions you made then were they right or could they be wrong
How would we ever know for sure that we chose the right path
Endless ideas were presented to us, you do the math
Life journey presents an endless array of changing events
What if everyone on the planet early on changed their course would our time be better spent
The answer to the question may never be known
Would we have gotten married or would we be alone
One thing I know for sure is we can change the path we travel on
If life is not what we want it to be, change it before it's gone
Collectively we have made the world we live in through our actions
Let's all strive to make our earth the number one attraction
The last dance is over, the summer ball fades away
It's early morning as we walk along the esplanade
The love of my life in the most beautiful white gown
Hand in hand we whisper, kissing in love fuelled drown
We pause as we absorb the gentle rushing of the waves
Inner feelings of desire feed the thoughts we longingly crave
The moon above delights against a cobalt ebony sky
Whilst diamonds sparkle brightly captured in her eyes
Our home we finally reach knowing the dawn will soon be nigh
On entering our bedroom a most beautiful sight espies
Behind her back she holds the most delightful of red rose
Her back now bare to open showing porcelain skin exposed
She turns to me and looks, theirs an alluring in her eyes
Slowly I walk towards her on her shoulders my hands apply
To her nape I kiss, whispering sweet nothings in her ear
Another dance has started as our longing draws ever near
With gentle steps we take, to a spread of silken sheets
Her summer ball in fall, peachy skin my eyes now meet
Lacy lingerie of white attracts the man in me
Alone my love and I, two naked torso's touching free
Adventurous we become, caressing undulations each
Sighs interrupting kisses for the sweet spots that we seek
In my hand I take the Rose brushing the petals against her pert
Touching, we start to ignite, two in love now so alert
In sync our bodies bind amidst sheets on silken lie
Mirroring waves on the ocean our gyrations in loving reply
Inner warmth excites, our joyous release so beautifully free
We melt into each other, two souls asleep, appeased
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-16.php
sun shadow finger marks streak down my kitchen
they appear in even strokes, reminding me of piano keys
excited sun-thriving plants lean toward my blinds
hoping to soak in as much Vitamin D as they ever could
I leave the lights off, they are invasive before nine o’clock
no one else is up, the perfect time to prepare my wake up brew
humming comes out of me as I begin to smell my favorite blend
I add cocoa mix and sweetener to my oversized cup of joe
the first car of the day starts up next door. Mr. McClinty.
He arrives at work a couple of hours early, afraid to be late.
At seventy-six, he probably fears he will be replaced.
I sit down at the table and work the crossword as I sip my coffee.
excerpted from "For an album";
Adrienne Rich (1987)
...
Our story is of moments
when even slow motion moved too fast
for the shutter of the camera:
words that blew our lives apart, like so,
eyes that cut and caught each other...
...our story is
how still we stood,
how fast."
That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.
A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.
Some say the boy, our brother,
did little in his forty-six years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them.
We weep his loss.
And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.
Holocaust Remembrance Day, 2019
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today, we honor those whose lives were cruelly taken!
They suffered gruesome deaths and were inhumanely forsaken.
Frightening, how we heard from the fourth estate,not a word of this!
While Jews today are murdered, assaulted and eternally dissed.
Remember each poet reading this!
Assaullts on Jews are up 105 per cent_a fact not to be missed.
Buy some sunny, beautiful, yellow daffodils today.
In respect and in memory for all the children,the men and the
women sent too early,to ashy graves in the most heinous of ways.
Shema Yisrael
~~~~~~~~~
Panagiota Romios
5/1/2019
6:30pm PST
Birds in the winter time much rely on this to keep their feet warm
Iintegrated heat rises from the lines to warm their bodies and feet
Red, black, brown live birds warming up this way
Doing this inflating fall and all winter long
Over on till early spring until late winter
Never complaining about the surrounding air temperature
Eying all their surroundings
Licing above the cold snowy grounds
Eeverywhere and all over 20 degrees
Cold tendencies no leaf on trees barren
Temperatures fine now
Reating just sitting here on this electric power line
In the coldest part of day my winged friends all stand
Cuddling feet nesting together
2/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.
azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves begin to show....
buzzards circle high
An occasional far spaced farm then homes become closer together indicating
a small rural town. The beauty of spring inspired by man surrounds each home.
Dogwoods in white and some pink adorn their yards. So much pride shown in the surroundings. Passing a country town church sign "Find Hope This Easter".
hope springs in spring
roadside wildflowers flourish....
farmers plant their crops
Grancy greybeard(fringetree) and snowball bush decorate some yards. Such
refreshing species to add interest to our drive. Then we came around our home and down to the creek. I was welcoming the swallows that flew around us as we drove through the grass stirring up bugs. So delighted that they are back. I love their aerial antics and they eat so many bugs. Such a nice ending to my day out.
If I had a secret life, I would be a poem
I would be a poem with many faces
For every eye that cast upon me...
I would have a different face
I would be read in every language
People, dog, cat...
And every other language of every living thing
Each face I have would show a different expression...
Depending on the situation of the needy
My face would be read to heal sickness...
To heal pain, and to give hope to the hopeless
My face would be written, to rid the wrong
And to right...the wrong
My secret life...would not be a secret
My secret life, would be within you
SShh...can you keep a secret?
Remember, I have a face for everyone
Early February Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
Oh yes- it hides in DNA- this traitor to our genes-
and may not show its ugly face
until we least expect.
And then, the name- that 'cancer' word
will spin one's world around;
be it yourself, your kin or friend- the fight for life begins.
A fight for sure- the battle kills the joy of carefree minds
of those in pain and those who watch-
all losers in its game.
The ups and downs- remissions, yes,
but soon another blow;
it hungers, like a cannibal- consuming, cell by cell.
Yet, early signs can grant a win- defeat the deadly march,
more so today than yesteryear,
full hope can stay alive.
I've lived that pain of battles lost-
grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts.
Oh yes- it hides in DNA- mine's sleeping well- for now.
Sandra M. Haight
~13th Place~
Contest: Topic Of Cancer
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/23/2019